She was pinned against my face behind her and the bed in front of her unable to escape my assault on her pussy.Justine clenched, writhed, and squeezed... fistfuls of the bedsheets into her hands as I pulled back giving her a respite from my mouth. “Fuck, no! Why’d you fucking stop? I’m so fucking close,” she yelled at me.I returned her yell with a mischievous smile then stood, pulling down my shorts and whipping off my t-shirt. Leaning over onto her back my now naked cock pushed against her. They don’t think I know, but I do, and actually kind of like it, it more or less fits. I’m a ‘Hard-Ass’ because I expect the best, I don’t stand for laziness or half-hearted attempts. For example if an employee messes up I expect a man-size shape whole in a wall from how hard they hit it. I’m ‘Gentle’ because I also give the best from salaries to office space, and I will do my best to help an employee. I will run through that wall with them, but I do still expect them to do their share of the. Until then [and you know how long a good story takes to write], you will do a penance, each day [24hrs] you will masturbate 3 times but only until your just about to come AND NO FURTHEROther than with your husband, who is not to know of the penance, you will not achieve an orgasm at all and each time you get near, you will send me a mail giving time and place. If you do come you will tell me and I will extend the waiting by a further 24 hrs. If however you have an orgasm with your hubby you. I forget the Veal and walk to the marital bed. Bob follows.Oh to be young. In no time Bob was hard again. The only thing I was not a fan of was him asking me to brush my teeth. OK, so the boy does not like his own taste. But I do. On the wall of our marriage bedroom hangs a wedding picture. Me in pure white and Gus looking like nothing but a life support system for a dick. Oh so studly. Bob was taken by all this and I know it excited him as I saw him looking at the picture as he made.